The Last Harvest by RL Brown
Wind rustles the leaves. Trees shimmer yawning deeply, Anticipation. Autumn equinox, the balance of light and dark, time juncture converts. Turn your face eastward. Fall moon on the horizon blazing golden hues. Extravagant colors! A migratory birds last song. Light wanes for evening. Nature splendor yields a harvest of abundance, Thankfulness expressed. Inner autumn calls, time to embrace season’s change. The wind howls for rest. Light narrows yet shines. Truth displayed for all to see, God’s bountiful grace. Counterfeit death nears. The last harvest, winter comes. Weary souls find rest.